Name: Irene Ross

Personality: Prefers to talk her way out of bad situations, doesn't appreciate interruptions. She is blunt and honest, can't keep a secret and can be a smartass sometimes. She always seems to have something to keep herself occupied with, whether it is maintaining the cactus around "her" isolated house (May its previous owner, now a zombie, find peace), knapping glass into knives or other sharp points, or struggling to get her blacksmithing set up correctly without disfiguring herself. 

Physical Appearance: Stands at about 5'4, stout with a short messy black ponytail and large, angry-looking brown eyes. She looks like she's made of just fat, but she has a good amount of muscle in there somewhere. She usually has a plain green apron on. It has some stains consisting of both soil and blood.  

Family: Single child; her parents were druggies and so rarely ever there for her during her childhood. 

History: Once her parents were hauled off after being caught with some illegal substance or another, Irene was taken to multiple institutions over the years. She turned eighteen at the beginning and quietly slipped away to do some hardcore gardening while everyone around her was killing or being killed. 

Skills: Gardening (food and herbs), trapping (mostly small animals), knapping glass and very limited metalworking, mostly from found aluminum cans.

Gear: A small medical kit, a pair of binoculars, and a good big garden shovel. 

Goal: To survive in this little house of hers as long as she can.